Prologue

It was a cold night in Giza, Egypt. A large crimson red moon in the sky. Civilians had been evacuated from the entire city. Soldiers at every corner, hearts beating, pupils dilating, sweat dripping. Guns clenched, tanks loaded, fighter jets circling the area, heavy artillery all focused on a single point, a small portal with distorted waves of brown energy. The portal was accompanied by a violent windstorm that engulfed the entire area and kept spreading throughout the country. Some soldiers collapsed from the pressure; others fell to their knees. A select group of five stood firm at the rear and mirrored the energy in blue hues. They were clad in knight like armor of the same colour. The brown energy returned suppressed, and silence took over the city of Giza.

The commanding officer stood firmly at the rear. "Take aim!" he ordered.

"Here it comes." a soldier quavered to himself.

The portal expanded to the size of a skyscraper and out rushed an army of demons.

"Fire!" yelled the Commander.

Every single war arm began raining fire at the raging demons. The demons retaliated by firing energy blasts at the soldiers, increasing the number of casualties on both sides. The fighter jets swooped down to take out the demons; some succeeded, while others were destroyed. A minotaur jumped with its axe and slammed into a jet, tearing through it. It landed with a twirl, its axe in-between the pilots head. There was a brief shock on the soldiers side. The demons grinned and started shooting down the other planes with their weapons or energy blasts.

"Special forces! Move out!" the commander bellowed with saliva bursting out of his mouth and his eyes popping. They leapt from their positions, summoned their weapons and landed in front of the soldiers shooting at the demons. They charged at the demons with incredible speed before dashing through as they severed the demons in their path. As the fight went on, a soldier came to the Commander to report on the situation.

"I see, so we have lost that much already... Fuck!" cursed the Commander with a frown pressing his face. He bit his finger as he thought to himself...

"We have no choice. This blood moon is way more dangerous than I had anticipated." He added.

"Sergeant!" He spoke firmly.

"Yes Sir!"

"Ready our big gun."

"But sir, isn't it a bit early? Not to mention that he's still quite unstable!"

"I know that! But we have no choice!" the Commander responded, gritting his teeth as he faced the battlefield.

He turned to the sergeant with his eyes glaring into the man's soul, "That's an order!"

"Yes sir!" The sergeant responded terrified.

He rushed to the base. His eyes widened, his heart pumping. Sounds of explosions going bizarrely as limbs from demons and soldiers a like landed occasionally in his path. By the time he got to the base, he was out of breath. Two soldiers were guarding the entrance.

"The Commander..." he gasped.

"Huh?" The two soldiers looked confused.

"The Commander has requested he join the battle. The situation is very dire."

A look of disbelief and worry filled their faces. One of the soldiers cursed as he went inside where there a young boy sat, meditating. He sat with his eyes closed and his hands rested on his lap, with a slim yet well-defined build.

"James!" he called out.

The boy took a deep breath in, opened his eyes slowly and let the breath out.

"Hoo, so its my turn now," he chortled with a smirk.

As the fight went on in Egypt, down in New York city, a boy was asleep in class as a teacher strolled in. The teacher was dressed in a checkered shirt and tie, briefcase in hand and bland prescribed glasses. Clearly a newbie. He met the students noisy and doing whatever they wanted.

"Quiet!" he yelled.

The entire class perked up except the sleeping boy. Vexed, he walked up to the student and tried to tap him gently.

"Go away," the boy responded, sleepily.

The other students began to chuckle at the sight and to everyone's shock, the teacher smacked the boy on the head. The class went silent.

A student slowly turned to another and said, "Did he... did he just hit Kris?"

"Oh no," the other responded with terror in his voice.

Kris opened his eyes and lifted his head up with an insane smile on his face. His blue eyes glowed with deadly intent.

"Young man, you ought not to be sleeping in class. It's a show of disrespect and irresponsibility... You youths of..."

"Who the fuck are you...?" Kris cut the teacher short.

The man, tongue tied at first, adjusted his tie. "That's uhmmm... rude"

As Kris got up from his seat, so also did James reach the battlefield in Giza. Red energy started to build up around him. Both boys looked at the opponents in front of them and said,

"Well...this will be fun."